I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
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As we approach this new December moon and I see that sliver of light between the night clouds, I am reminded of this small poem that has been a faithful companion for many years.
When I think of faith, I am not thinking of it in the religious sense, but rather meaning a belief in someone or something, often difficult to articulate. Even when I cannot see it, the way the moon rises…night after night is something I have found to be steady and comforting.
It faithfully moves from that bright fullness that we love to see, to the final darkness that seems to be nothingness, by slowly becoming that last curving and impossible sliver of light – impossible and yet there it is in the night sky.
When we have no faith, refuse it even the smallest entry, here is this small, exquisite poem which offers to be a prayer like a new moon, slender and barely open, opening us to having faith in someone or something.
Even when the clouds veil the moon, we know it is there, constant, constantly changing. If you look for this new moon as it begins, once again, to open, perhaps you too will be opened to a faith for which you are longing.